My little brother got married over the weekend. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this because, to me, he's still like 16 or something. Maybe because most of the time, he still acts like he's 16. But that's not the point.
I spent a better part of the reception drunk out of my mind. I do that maybe once a year, if that. So you can imagine how I felt the next day. It wasn't pretty. But it's almost worth it. I'm not going to say everybody should go out and get drunk, but here is why I like to...I'm normally shy and reserved and not a big party animal. Give me a little alchol, and I'm the life of the party. In a good way. I'm not the girl dancing topless on the table. I'm talking to everybody and dancing and having a good ol' time. I'm not worried about what I'm going to say or how I look, which is usually the case. Because I'm too uptight and self-conscious.
Here's what I did at the reception...and keep in mind, this all happened after I sent the kids home with my in-laws...I talked to several people I hadn't spoken to since high school. Mostly because I hadn't seen them since high school. Found out later that one guy told my brother more than once that he'd always thought I was cute, but I was too quiet. So I could've had another date in high school :-)
Then I talked to an ex I hadn't spoken to since we broke up. I was obviously drunk and I think he laughed at me the whole time. But it was cool. I probably wouldn't have talked to him otherwise because it would've been awkward. The drunk part takes away all the awkward because it's just comedy.
Um...I chugged a couple beers with one of the bride's friends. She went with us on the bachlorette party trip and she wasn't my most favorite person. But we were "friends" for a while because she asked me to chug a beer with her and I did it. I think that's what did me in! Damn her.
I danced a little, not as much as I normally would have, though. There was a lot of ghetto booty shaking that I could not have kept up with out there. I was too busy talking outside. Probably loudly. But it was okay.
Like I said, I'm not encouraging anyone to run out and drink a six pack just to see what it feels like. It's a fleeting sensation anyway. But it's fun while it lasts.